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I still cry. I miss you every single day. I remember hat smile, which always made my world lighter, and the care you poured into everyone you loved—yours was a resplendent kind of love, one that still makes my heart sing even though you are gone.
e.v.e.
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Hey Matt
Last night
you held
my hand
and whispered to me
that if I didn’t write
something,
I’d probably die.
Just bleed out
the ink
I haven’t passed.
Some form of
constipation
common
to writers.
You were so warm,
I might forget
you were miles
away and
six feet below.
How do you
explain missing
someone
you never met?
Hiraeth of a person?
Loss turns my heart
into a cup to drink
the moon and stars from.
I am lonely
for a hand
I never held.
For a voice
I never heard.
But you
haunt me,
all the same.
-- S. E. De Haven
Saying Goodbye
I only just learned your human name.
And like a star, your dying light still shines brightly.
Until we meet again, for the first time...
Smile and be at peace.
@voidlightmoon
Rain soaks the hour.
Our sleepless eyes meet and there’s a flickering between Summer and Winter.
Poet, I don’t know you very well but I see the moonlight on your hands, you bleed the same way I do.
Pencil to paper, blade to skin, dirty hands shovel at the ground.
We dig graves for the poems we can’t force from our tongues.
Bury your words here, I'll water them every day until they bloom.
// @lilac-wildflower for @voidlightmoon
@voidlightmoon
Big bad wolf
Walls closing in//we end, I begin//wounds won’t heal//nothing is real//crawling//bawling//brawling in the street//life on repeat// deja-vu deja-what?//fuck you too//covered in blood//can’t find the cut// let me in, little piggy//if you know what//what’s good// tear this motherfucking house down//like i said i would//burn this old town/ /ain’t been up in so long//all I know is down
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Tagged by the awesome @voidlightmoon <3
The rule is to copy down the last line I wrote, and tag as many people as there are letters in that line.
"...my soulful black eyes will be charcoal shaded blurs that reveal (too) much too little of what I feel." from a poem I call ‘watercolour’. I will post it here soon enough...
Since that is a looooong-ass sentence, I tag a whole bunch of yous @shentoncarrington , @fakesurprise , @cmesparkle , @teacup13 , @highlandsmistwoman , @jewelrygirl82 , @alexandraswritingblock , @rarasworldbro, @behind-the-sun , @mist2myst , @gspoems, @jmhillman , @writteninjoy2 ,@wachtuiltje, @sealanehill, @chucklingpecan , @randomlyjay, @strikezilla01, @shabdpurvaiya, @madworlddiary, @maggierella , @165poundsofregret, @jimmicisme, @jimmyblues1, @ellenya, @ambroseharte, @mariposaheart, @definegodliness,
And everyone who wants to play!
Moonlight Arrestingly Touches The void. Inspired by @voidlightmoon 😀
On a day like today, you bid me goodbye and allowed the angels to welcome you home. To remember is to feel a bittersweet ache—a quiet pull at my heart. Yet, as I hold your name and your stories, your ink and the radiant light of your soul, you live on. You still breathe; you still beat within me.
e.v.e.
